your love is gonna drown

Running through forests, past streams and wild creatures; freeing yourself, running away from it all. Perhaps you want some solitude, isolation can be good for the soul. And you find an old house with the paint dulling, the windows tarnished and nails sticking out from the walls. But you call it your home, make it your own and all in an instant you forget where you came from. It's nice to get lost in the wild, running away to a house on a field in the middle of nowhere, where no one can tell you what to do or how to be. The sounds of birds chirping and the wind through the wild, rugged grass surround you. One of the streams you passed along the way can be heard if there is no motion outside. Trees, and flowers half in bloom keep you company.
It is all more or less like living in a dream or a fairytale. Until one night soon after you moved in to your new humble abode, you wake up in a cold sweat soon after dawn. A moment of jolting terror as the windows sweep open when the wind howls and the silent storm rages in your heart. You realise you are lost and alone, cut off from everyone and everything; even the sound of your own beating heart. There is no one laying beside you in your king sized comfy mattress and it is all grey and doomed. Warm, wet tears trickle in streams down your face, like the ones you passed on your journey to nowhere. You were trying to escape and hide, but there is no hiding now. It's just you here, alone, now.

Find your heart again, love.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.